#NapoWrimo2025
#ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour
#Day28
I have lived too far away,
too long, to gather words
mouthed and sung by
those before me, back home.
I fumble and silence the
words I have learnt, acquired
from an alien land
and pick up the words
that tug at the heart.
Home was never here:
It was there – amidst
the verdant green,
watered by the rain fed streams.
The pristine voices ring,
mellifluous as a rippling brook,
beckoning me home –
To my nadu,
to daivathinte svantham naadu.
( Daivathinte svantham naadu – God’s Own Country)
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